The Whispering Verses

Chapter 1345: Dragon, cat and fire

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As Fiona finished speaking, the flame on the tip of her tail, which was still burning in the night rain, had already lit the ever-burning candle. Holding hands, the two of them supported and encouraged each other in the rain at night and ran again.

Although there were still false voices and even false images appearing in the dark this time, they could no longer pose a threat to them.

However, this time the two encountered something they had not encountered last time. When the third candle was lit, a dense mass of black little palms the size of fingers, with thin black lines at the end, stretched out from the darkness and extended into the range of the candle light.

Fiona had also mentioned this situation, and if you enter the night multiple times, there is a chance that you will be attacked by something similar. Therefore, while running, the red dragon girl opened her mouth and spit out a fan-shaped jet of flames in front of her. Although the light of the red flame disappeared when it left the candle area, at least the flame cleared the black hands that formed a network in front of her.

"Moonlight Slash!"

In this case, the moonlight slash that can cut into pieces is more effective. The dazzling silver arc was slashed forward by Shade, cutting off the black hands that kept reaching out from the roots.

But then the candle in Fiona's hand began to flicker, and the third candle had burned to the end:

"You go first."

Shad, who was well prepared, hugged Fiona's waist from behind, and with a sudden force, threw the girl, who was actually not heavy, directly to the door of the gallery five or six steps away.

At the last moment when the candle burned out, she successfully reached the light. But when she hurriedly wiped the rain from her forehead and turned to look at the darkness, she only saw Xia De being entangled by countless black hands and disappearing into the night.

"He'll be out soon."

She was expecting Xia De's hand to reach out from the night, but the falling rain gradually swallowed her hope as time went by. She counted 30 numbers in her mind, but Xia De still didn't appear. She continued to count 30 numbers, but Xia De still didn't appear.

Tears mixed with rain slid down her cheeks. She turned and looked at the gallery behind her, wanting to buy three more candles, and then rush into the night to rescue Xia De no matter what.

At this moment, a faint golden light appeared in her pocket. She reached into her pocket and saw that it was Mia's doll that was glowing.

"Meow~"

With the tender and weak meow of a cat, the idol bounced up in the palm of her hand like a spring, and then Xiaomia returned to its original cat state from the doll state.

It stood in Fiona's hands. The cat, which never liked rain, didn't care even though it was quickly wet by the rain this time.

"Meow~"

Facing the darkness before its eyes, the cat let out a mournful cry like a lone wolf. Even Fiona, who was not familiar with Mia, could feel the cat's sadness from the cry.

"Don't worry, I will rescue your master!"

Fiona said softly, wiping the water off her face and trying to rush into the store, but she didn't expect the cat in the cup to ignore her and jump up and rush directly into the deep night:

"Meow!"

"don't want!"

The young witch was terrified and subconsciously reached out to grab it, but she didn't notice that her hand had followed the cat's trajectory into the night that could not be covered by the light.

Her head did not immediately realize the danger, but the feeling of her hands reminded her what she had done. The thick night was not scary, but it seemed to represent eternity. Her hands immediately "melted" into the night, and the dark color extended along her arms and even spread into the light. The sound of rain in her ears became smaller and smaller, and even the touch of rain hitting her skin seemed to disappear.

The night is melting Fiona Drago.

However, before the feeling of despair could come, the spreading darkness receded.

"Meow~"

The small cat was squatting in the witch's hand stretched into the night with great dissatisfaction. It turned its head and looked at her with its big amber eyes in reproach, as if blaming her for stopping it.

Fiona then noticed that her heart was beating at an abnormal speed. The sound of rain returned again, and it was even deafening. The touch of rain became clear again, and it even hurt when it hit her body.

She had never been so happy to be drenched in rain, but the question arose:

"Why am I still alive?"

Her outstretched right hand was outside the bright area of the art gallery, but she could still see her hand clearly. Then she realized that it was not her hand that was glowing, but the little animal in her palm.

In the night, the orange and white cat's fur was emitting an unusually soft pale yellow light. Fiona couldn't describe this scene with her shallow words. She felt like she was holding a small sun, or a cute little angel in her palm.

"Meow~"

Fiona felt that she understood cat language, so she immediately reached out her other hand to hold the cat, then closed her eyes and walked into the darkness. This time there was no eternal candle, but she felt better than in those shops.

A warm feeling filled my whole body, and the light of the cat in my palm was more stable and reassuring than any other light source. Even though it was still a rainy night, it felt like I was curled up in a soft bed, reading my favorite book in the light of the desk lamp.

"Shad..."

The brown leather shoes stepped on the puddles on the ground, and the splashing rain soaked her black lace stockings. Fiona hurried to the place where Shade disappeared just now. As the night was split by the warm yellow light on Mia's body, she finally saw another silver light in the night.

The silver light on Shade's body was stronger than before. He held the Moonlight Great Sword in his right hand and his left hand continuously slashed out arcs of light. He was fighting with the air in the thick night like a madman. Even Fiona didn't know whether Shade had a mental problem or he couldn't see the enemy he encountered.

"Shad!"

"Meow!"

The voices of a man and a cat called out to Shade, but in Shade's eyes, everything around him was completely dark. Those small hands connected by black lines surrounded him from all directions. Even if he cut off as many as possible, more enemies would appear.

"This is not a solution."

Half of his body was already numb.

"Force your way through."

There is no room for movement here.

"My core spiritual rune is the Silver Moon. It would be ridiculous if I died in the night. I can feel that the night is corroding me, but the deeper the erosion, the stronger the power of my Silver Moon magic. I have to strike a good balance."

In this state, he didn't even dare to summon the Life Ring. Once the Life Ring was stained by the darkness, he would be "melted" even faster:

"I will use the red butterfly to transform, but this time I will not transform into a red butterfly, but try to transform into a moonlight butterfly. Red butterfly and red moon, as long as I can sublimate the spell into a magic, I can still be saved."

She chuckled:

Good idea, but I'll try it next time.

"Why?"

At this moment, Fiona's voice and Mia's scream came at the same time. Although he thought it was an illusion, Shade subconsciously turned his head to look.

In the thick darkness, a golden streak of light split the night sky. As the night sky slowly opened to both sides, a red-haired girl holding a cat appeared in front of Shade like a savior goddess.

He didn't even think of doubting that what he saw was an illusion, because that soft and warm light could definitely not be created by the darkness.

At this moment, Shad almost wanted to kneel down at her feet and kiss her tail. But this slightly perverted thought only flashed through his mind. When Fiona approached, Shad also approached. A warm and gentle light shone on him, and the phantoms, phantom sounds, and black hands all disappeared.

There was only the sound of the rain, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

"Fiona, thank you for everything. Thanks to you for saving me this time."

Exhausted, Shad whispered, raised his hand and touched his cat, then realized that it was not Fiona's hand that was glowing, but Mia, who was meowing and looking pitiful.

"Let's get out of here first."

The Red Dragon girl was very rational, so the two of them used Mia's light to return to the door of the art gallery from the darkness. At this time, the two people and the cat were all wet, so they pushed the door and entered the interior of the art gallery.

At this time, there were only seven minutes left in Shad's forty-minute adventure.

The area of the "Midnight Art Museum" is larger than the cafe and watch shop in front of it combined. After entering the art museum, the first thing you see is the lobby, and the deep corridor with oil paintings on both sides extends to the corner.

At the corner stood a man in full armor holding a sword. The light from the gas lamp on the wall made the shadow of the armor cast diagonally on the ground, making it look a little scary.

There was no one in the art gallery either. Although it was warm and dry, after entering, I felt an inexplicable creepy feeling in my heart. This was different from the feeling in the cafe and the watch shop.

Fiona, who controlled the flames, quickly used the flames to dry herself and Shad. When she wanted to roast the cat, the cat shook its body violently, and even an afterimage appeared, indicating that it had already shaken off most of the rain water.

"Fiona, what happened just now? Were you the one who changed Mia back to her original form?"

"No, it changed back by itself."

The red dragon girl replied, which did not surprise Shade. After all, this was not the first time that the cat had taken the initiative to cancel its transformed state.

"Then it glowed just now because..."

Looking down at the cat, Mia was now held in Shad's arms, lazily lying on his arms. After entering the door, the warm glow on the cat disappeared, as if nothing had happened.